Back to college life.

Once again.
With very depressing news.
Turns out there's no fear of suite drama next year. At all. Because, due to some depressing financial issues, Chelsea can no longer afford to go here. She's in the process of applying to some Colorado schools. And my group of four will soon be narrowed to a group of three.
I'm depressed. It's still sinking in. It won't really sink in until next year when we're moving in and she's not with us.
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In other news.
The trip up here was uneventful.
Larisa and I layed out in the sun for an hour and a half and when we got back, my face and chest were a little pink...I'll probably be more red tomorrow morning. My face felt warm earlier, and my arm is starting to hurt.
But oh was it nice out. Above eighty! With a WARM breeze.
It has returned.
*two weeks total, two weeks total...*
Saturday was amazing. I went downtown to visit Sandy at school and it was GREAT. Nice and warm. We walked to this liberal, vegetarian cafe ("Heartland Cafe") and I had an organic PB&J, she had a Mexican tofu and rice dealy. Then we walked down to the beach, which was GORGEOUS!!! With loads and loads of shirtless guys. Really built shirtless guys, one of which was swimming in his boxers (the water was freezing, his boxers thin...*sigh* lol) and his dog managed to wander by us, so he kind of chatted with us for a second. =] Happiness. It was beautiful...the beach, too. Then we went back to Sandy's dorm for a while, then to catch my train on the opposite end of town. Which we missed. So we sat in a park by the Art Institute for a while and it was great.
Perfect day.
Well...besides the shoes...I was wearing a pair I had bough specifically for NY, I'd been wearing them all tour week with no problem, and five minutes off the train they gave me these MASSIVE blisters across each heel...one of which split completely open...so I smashed the heels and wore them like flip flops because they weren't rubbing any other part of my foot and got a couple of band aids from Sandy. The band aid over the open blister decided to come off and I didn't realize this until I was already running around in the sand at the beach...OUCH. And the shoes decided to rub my feet everywhere else, causing intense pain, but I couldn't wear them normally because my heels were far more painful...I just walked oddly to compensate, which caused my leg muscles to sieze up after I got home. I wanted to die, especailly after cleaning sand out of the open blister...I almost cried, several times, especially after I stuck my heel under running water, and even worse when I tried hydrogen peroxide so it doesn't get uber infected. Which it seems to be, anyway. I counted. Nine blisters total. Maybe I WON'T wear the evil shoes of DEATH to NY...grrr....
I'm sleepy.
Very sleepy.
I had a wierd dream...a REALLY wierd dream...but it's long, so I'll post it later.